So, we’re talking Apocalypse, not mere flare-up, right? 
Interesting topic to turn up just when I’m digging into a whole steamed head of cauliflower accented with barbecue sauce.
They left out the #1 option: Tweet.
“OMFG zombies everywhere coming 4 me eating my brai … mmmffphhthh …”
I would seek refuge. One of my friends recently said, “I can’t do a thing but I can serve a really nice lunch while everyone else does it.” Yep, that’s me too.
I’d be content that for a short time at least, I’d be the best guitarist and whistle-player in the country. Or the world. Depending on the Apocalypse.
And MTG can ditto that tweet for Facebook.
Shooting zombies is fun for the whole family, even the vegetarian and vegans can fire at will guilt free. One of my neighbors is an arbortist, zombie lub is great for keeping his chippers running smoothly, remember to keep the chute turned in the same direction as the infeed. Remember to make sure your chipper motor actually meets the stated horse power of the manufacturer. Bogged down machines are no fun nor are they safe around zombies.
I suppose “Seek Refuge” == “Go to the Pub”. (I’m thinking of Shaun of the Dead, here.)
I would regret procrastinating on obtaining a short-barrel shotgun for home protection. The other Weekender has been buggin’ me to get one.
While we’re talking about apocalypses (apocalypsi? What IS the plural of apocalypse?), see here:
More deadly than previously thought.
Uh-oh. There’s more. Behold the Cthulhu Rat:
…and some eldritch music from the eldritch steel band Apocalypso to set the eldritch mood. ← (MP3 clicky)
Aw c’mon, Nano … This is the best zombie song:
Jonathan Coulton wrote the song Still Alive for Portal
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Good to know. I’ve heard quite a bit of that one.
-I’d open a discount brains shoppe, stock it with cauliflower and red sauce and advertise in local zombie publications. An armored turnstile beyond the checkstand will prevent unhappy customers from returning afterward for my small personal stock of authentic grey matter. Zombies have plenty of rage but a short attention span and are easily distracted.
-Sometimes they’re found in comics shops browsing through old “Legion Of Super Heroes” issues to ogle Brainiac 5, a character I recall as having exaggerated brain lobes. (Not sure if memory serves as other Brainiac images show him with a normal head except for its green color. Time to probe the old comic box)
Do you think you could go undercover by dressing up as a zombie yourself and putting on makeup - then they wouldn’t know you were really alive and not undead.
It worked for Bill Murray in Zombieland. For a while, anyway.
I live near a gas station, an 84 lumbar, and a bunch of brick making companies. The neighborhood gets together and builds a chute (like at a cattle slaughter house) out of the supplies at the 84 lumbar and the brick companies. At the end of the chute, we torch the zombies. Mwa-ha-ha.
This sounds like some sort of support cushion . . . 
ya’s do what ya’s have ta do